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Poems for April

Poems for April. April may have been overtaken by May and Spring is now sliding into Summer so apologies for being a laggard.  Or maybe I can claim to be presumptious for 2018!   Another small selection for the seasons covering  … Continue reading

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Three Poems by Jean Whitfield

From    Moments,   Selected poems of Jean Whitfield Permission to reprint poems kindly given by Bakery Press. It is so tempting to lift every poem in sequence from this ‘collected works’ as they all deserve a wider audience.   Sadly, I am … Continue reading

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The New Year by Edward Thomas

The New Year He was the one man I met up in the woods That stormy New Year’s morning; and at first sight, Fifty yards off, I could not tell how much Of the strange tripod was a man.  His … Continue reading

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A Poor Poet’s Christmas

  A Poor Poet’s Christmas         (with apologies to Clare and Bloomfield)   We sit around the fireside and call out merry oaths Until there come the players in, plucking music from their throats. With fiddles, horns and … Continue reading

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Christmas: Excerpt from ‘The Shepherds Calender’

excerpt from The Shepherds Calender,      John Clare 1793 – 1864   Christmas is come, and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now. E’en want will dry its tears in mirth And crown him wi’ a holly bough, Though … Continue reading

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Christmas 2017

The Gypsy                           Edward Thomas A fortnight before Christmas gypsies were everywhere: Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair. “My gentleman,” said one, “You’ve got a lucky face.” “And you’ve a luckier one.” I thought, “if such … Continue reading

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Lost; A Plea for Hallowe’en

Lost;  A Plea for Hallowe’en Lost, one mischievous imp’s trident. Where and when I can’t be sure I know it was an accident, Maybe waiting to happen. Dropped on the floor, in the gutter? It was a wet night, a … Continue reading

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